07-22-2020, 08:32 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-22-2020, 10:09 PM by Selina Parcellus.)
[[Since she can't affect the battle any further, posting for Selina now.]]
Selina grimaces as the anticipated strike from Tomeal...never arrives. Instead she hears the clatter of metal against earth and relaxes. This battle essentially had ended in a rout, with their remaining enemy chased to its doom, as battles should end. Without much ability to participate, Selina relaxes her guard and sheathes her blade, unbuckling one of her gauntlets to run a hand through her hair and sweep it away from her face. She then addresses Tomeal exclusively, a quirky smile filtering across her face.
"Come now, Brave one. You think me a fool? Or, perhaps, some mindless, bloodraging Barbarian? Of course you were not yourself."
Using the same bare hand, she tenderly sweeps his hair out of his face, using the motion to gently lift his chin as she kneels before him, bringing them face-to-face. Not wanting to overwhelm the moment, she leans forward to rest her forehead against his, breathing softly to remind him that she was just fine and quite happy his mind had been returned to him.
"There is nothing to forgive. Those who mistreated you have been, or are being, punished, and you have been returned to us. Come. Pick up your blade. We will need it in the near future."
Selina grimaces as the anticipated strike from Tomeal...never arrives. Instead she hears the clatter of metal against earth and relaxes. This battle essentially had ended in a rout, with their remaining enemy chased to its doom, as battles should end. Without much ability to participate, Selina relaxes her guard and sheathes her blade, unbuckling one of her gauntlets to run a hand through her hair and sweep it away from her face. She then addresses Tomeal exclusively, a quirky smile filtering across her face.
"Come now, Brave one. You think me a fool? Or, perhaps, some mindless, bloodraging Barbarian? Of course you were not yourself."
Using the same bare hand, she tenderly sweeps his hair out of his face, using the motion to gently lift his chin as she kneels before him, bringing them face-to-face. Not wanting to overwhelm the moment, she leans forward to rest her forehead against his, breathing softly to remind him that she was just fine and quite happy his mind had been returned to him.
"There is nothing to forgive. Those who mistreated you have been, or are being, punished, and you have been returned to us. Come. Pick up your blade. We will need it in the near future."
